Novel & Cerita Dragon Blood Warrior

Waylon scuffed with disappointment. "I was-" Drac tried to say but within a blink of an eye, Waylon was in front of him squeezing him by the neck. "How many more times will you continue to disappoint me?" Waylon pressed against his jugular. "My lord…he is pure…blood…I am…only…a half-breed," Drac stuttered. "They were seven of you, seven of my gallant warriors could not disarm a single werewolf. He is not even of royal blood," he spat out and flung him against the wall.

As he moves, I see his shape morph and he shifts into a blue dragon only a few inches smaller than Lilliana’s black and green form, his blue scales matching the shade of his eyes. I stand there amazed at what I am seeing, I never even considered that Drake was a dragon too, and now I see it with my own eyes I can understand why they are a better match than she and I would ever have been. “By the Gods!” The people around me exclaim as Drake unleashes his rage against my brothers’ men for harming his wife and I see the men panic and try to escape, but it’s too late for them.

My father and mother's words rang inside my head; contradicting each other; lifting me up and bringing me down. I didn't know which to believe anymore, but I was sure of one thing: this all happened because of my enemy, the werewolves. The blood bond as what he said. "Damn it. Damn it... Damn it. Damn it!" I was only young, but I felt an immense rage grow inside me. I used this as my support and used this to will my dragon wings out. It successfully did.

A trophy to parade around on their arm. I hated it. I hated all of them. I never let anyone in, not like I let Thane in. Then, I thought about the creature that emerged from the ocean, and I tried to be scared of it. Stand behind the awful things I said. I should be afraid of dragons. Those jagged teeth. Massive wings. Leathered skin with the gant of an apex predator. Golden horns coiled around his head like a crown. I suppose it made sense. Thane was the crown prince, and his dragon form showed it off unabashedly. The light that reflected off of beautiful iridescent scales. Shifting from midnight blue to black. Breathtaking.

Adrian growled angrily at King Xanus as he recognized the flames he saw. "Oh! These are the flames of a dragon. I obtained them after I drank a dragon's blood mixed with some enchanted potion and a droplet of Lucifer's blood. I will become a god very soon." King Xanus replied to Adrian's question. Adrian's eyes glowed red and he clenched his fists. "You were behind it. What did you do to the last king of the dragon kingdom?" Adrian growled at King Xanus angrily. King Xanus started laughing again as he heard Adrian's question.

, Kenna replied with a pout. Kaliyah’s mind wandered to the mystery dragon with whom she had a one-night stand with. She didn’t even bother to get his name. will she be able to find him? “Kenna! Dragons? Never! You either marry the Serbian prince or the crown prince of the Jahir empire”, Brenna said with a tone of finality. Kaliyah hissed and started eating. Her family’s drama was top-notch. She also ignored her father as he had been ignoring her this morning.

His blood boiled for retribution, allowing no room for diversion or restraint. Meanwhile, Drax lay in the throes of indulgence, ensconced in the comforts of his bed, flanked by two companions. Their moment of pleasure was shattered by frantic knocks and commotion outside. Drax, alarmed, donned his navy-blue robe and peered out the window, his brow furrowed at the sight of his fallen men. Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf.

My vision blurred, and blood trickled from my nose as my mind fought to process the overwhelming scale of slaughter and dominance. ​Hold the line! I screamed internally, gritting my teeth until my jaw ached. I am Ronan Vane! No memory of war will break a mind forged in betrayal! ​I channeled the core of dragon flame in my chest, using its internal heat as a anchor to filter and absorb the chaotic energy. Slowly, the violent mental storm subsided. The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality.

According to Jennifer – no, according to the myth of the dragon made specifically for children’s bedtime stories – there was a man whose sole purpose included protecting his loved ones. “Some parts of the story were lost throughout history,” Jennifer told her, “but the story recites this man, who was once a Knight, found out that his family members were the dangerous ones. They were planning a rebellion that would kill hundreds of innocents and throw Elantro into war. Without a choice, he murdered his entire family. Angry about the man’s decision to slaughter his family without consulting him first, the Queen of Laera transformed him into a dragon, the one creature that the Knights were accu

He was in a fight with a dragon prince, all he needed was a distraction and today fate was on his side. The men were pressing Raisel and although she was holding her own, she was having a harder time doing so as the men pressed on. “Kill her off!”, Votigern barked with a sly smile. And at that moment Dragomir turned to Raisel then Votigern made his hit, he plugged the blade through Dragomir’s heart. The blade he had recovered from the blacksmith’s shop in Avalon, the blade he had recognized as the blade forged of a thousand dragon breaths, the only blade capable of piercing through a dragon’s thick impenetrable skin, the blade capable of causing great damage to a dragon in human form, the bl